We'd be coming up in 11 weeks in Tuesday. Just about to the safe zone. The one they tell you your chances drop. But I also that's not always guaranteed...(love to Little Lynnora born sleeping at 40w1d).
Instead it'll be 3 weeks in a few hours that our angel got her wings.
I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.
If you don't know the pain, consider yourself lucky.
It's not easy.
It's not something to just walk away from.
It hurts.
I don't care if it's 4 weeks, 8 weeks, 40 weeks or a healthy baby just taken.
It's a child that's gone.
If you don't understand, please don't judge. I hope you don't ever have to do it.
If you do, please don't judge those who ask what difference does it make it wasn't a full term baby. They don't understand.
And hope they keep that judgement. It's better than them understanding.
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